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cal weathercock-inconstant as the Association will refrain froin disgust. breeze that blows; and, when he ing the English mind by praising a lately undertook the cause of Ireland, man who can do no good to their they knew it was not from the love cause; and who is at best only an he bore the Catholics, but from a advocate for them, because all other desire to profit, by procuring a sale parties have discarded him. With for his works among a people who his attack on Mr. O'Connell we have were unacquainted with the history nothing to do we leave that gentleof his life. We have no personal man to defend himself-for we preenmity towards Cobbett; but, in tend not to be of any man's party ; justice to an abused people, we but are the advocates of the rights of thought it right to state this much, Irishmen, on the broad principle of in the hope that members of the New political justice.

ARCHBISHOP MAGEE-BLANCO WHITE'S EVIDENCE AGAINST THE CATHOLICS

LORD SACKVILLE THE AUTHOR OF JUNIUS-PEPY'S MEMOIRS-STEVENSON'S TWENTY YEARS IN SOUTH AMERICA-LINGARD'S HISTORY OF ENGLAND-IRISH NOVELS-SIR WALTER SCOTT- MINERAL WATERS.

Rory O'Rourke, Esq. to the Editor.

Dublin, July 1825. mob is of Paddy's morality. After HERE I am, my dear Editor, as all, perhaps coquettes and would-beTaylor and Hessey's Magazine * religious people are the most fasti. would say, in the metropolis of all dious. Ireland, a description of which I Despairing now of being able to need not send you, as you know it send you any thing, I sallied into the yourself even better than I do. Yes. street, when, luckily, whom should I terday morning I received your letter, meet but Archbishop Magee. The reproaching me for not having fur- presence of the pompous prelate renished the promised article last minded me of his evidence before the month, and requesting one for your Parliamentary Committee; and now, August number. « Curse the fellow,' thinking that I had hit upon a good said I; 'does he think I am made for subject, I hurried to the Dublin nothing but to write?' But then, recol- Library. As usual, ('Connell had lecting how attractive any thing of his knot of admirers around him ; mine must be, I did seriously deter- and, amongst others, the celebrated mine to send you a page or two. Barney Coyle; but, as it was yet

Daniel O'Connell-a good subject, early, the group soon dispersed, each but too hackneyed. Richard Sheil - person in pursuit of his own immenot time to do him justice. Catholic diate business. Silence being thus affairs-that is the province of the restored, I turned over the papers on Editor himself. None of these please the state of Ireland, and commenced ed me; and, after finishing the cup of very seriously to read Dr. Magee's tea, rubbing my forehead, and pacing evidence. When I had got to the up and down the room, I sat down middle of the page I was obliged to to comment on the reception given recommence, for I could not possito Kean and Miss Foote by a Dublin bly understand it. Again and again audience. Pshaw! said I, flinging this occurred; and, after making a down the pen, who would condemn trial in almost every page, I threw England, because Lord Deerhurst the Report down in despair, for unand that natural Hayne patronise derstand it I could not. I wish to bull-baiting and Cannon? and surely God the British Parliament would these are as good a representation of act like Ollam Fodhla in the Great John Bull's taste as a playhouse · Fes, or Irish House of Commons, and

* By-the-by, what has happened to the 'London ?? Alas ! your Magazine has given it a death blow, for die it will, like other consumptive things, at the fall of the leaf, since it has got into poor Hunt's hands. I suppose we shall have now a few dissertations on the natural beauties of Hampstead; and, bad as they must be, yet they will, perhaps, be more readable than the sad stuff it recently contained.

employ a certain number of Fileas, it, because I never knew one of these to turn their proceedings into verse. apostates who was not a Catholic in We should then, at least, bave rhyme his heart, notwithstanding all exterior where there is no reason. Archbishop appearances. His book is not worth Magee's evidence stands in great a refutation : it is only an echo of need of such a process; for, at present, Croly's pamphlet, already dissected it is quite as unreadable as his stupid by your humble servant. volumes on the Atonement. I can, Several new works lay scattered therefore, say nothing about his opi. around ine. Coventry proyes to a nions on the · Thirty-nine Articles,' demonstration, that Lord George • Maynooth College,' or ' Arianism. Sackville was the author of Jupius's Mr. Phelan's evidence is not worth a Letters ;' and · Pepy's Memoirs' is a thought.

good gossipping picture of the age in Quitting the Reading Room I went which the author lived. It is, howto the Library, and took up Blanco ever, more useful than entertaining, White's evidence against the Catho. for a great portion of the book is lics. This gentleman writes for the very dry reading.

New Monthly Magazine,' and is “Stevenson's Twenty Years' Resithe author of ‘Doblado's Letters from dence in South America,' is really a yaSpain.' He is the son of an expa- luable work. The author is candid, intriated Irishmai), and was himself partial, and full of information. He educated for the Catholic Church. gives us an accurate description of Growing up, however, one of those men, manners, and things in Peru • weeds, which, as Swift says, 'the and Chili; and is quite free from Pope throws over the wall when he's those vulgar prejudices which blind cleaning his garden,' he came to English travellers to the moral worth England, where the Established and happiness of other countries. Church ever expands her arms to Alas ! lover as I am of liberty, I fear receive the discarded ecclesiastics of the inhabitants of these divisions of Rome. Mr. Blanco White is un- South America will benefit nothing doubtedly a clever man, and knows by revolutions. •Let well enough very well what way the cat jumps. alone' is a good maxim, and surely He can see as far as another into a these people were happy enough. mill-stone, and of course is an enemy, The principal actors in the late revounder present circumstances, to the lutions, with the exception of O'Higemancipation of the Irish Catholics. gins,* and one or two others, were Perhaps he may be sincere : I doubt great scoundrels. Mr. Stevenson

*"Don Bernardo O'Higgins, the supreme director of Chile, possesses a considerable share of real courage; is resolute in executing a determination, but tardy in forming it: diffident of his own abilities, he is willing to take advice from any one, but always inclined to consider the last as the best. Thus, without forming his plans on the judicious analysis of the counsels offered, by eschewing the good, and rejecting the evil, he has often been led into difficulties in his political adminisualion. These waverings were highly injurious to the furtherance of Chilean prosperity, which was, no doubt, the idol of his soul; and this same want of determination often produced evils of no less moment in the military department. His love of his country was doubt. less sincere, and perhaps luis earnest desire to be always right, sometimes led him into errors ; but in this case it is more just to judge of the motive, or the cause, than of the action, or the effect. The establishinent of the senada cousulta was, in itself, a virtuous* nieasure ; but the expectation of finding five individuals who should see the good of the country, and the advancement of its true interests, through the same mediun as himself, was one of the virtuous mistakes of O'Higgins, which placed him under the controul of his own creatures; and often retarded the execution of plans of vital importance to the state, and rendered their execution abortive or nugatory.

• The private character of O'Higgins was truly amiable. He was kind and condescending; apparently more at home at his evening tertulias, than when under the canopy of the Supreme Directorship. In the whole of his conduct it might be truly said, that

E’n his vices leaned to virtue's side." • Being the son of an Irishman, Don Ambrose Higgins, who died in the high situation of Viceroy of Peru, he was passionately fond of the countrynien of bis father, and I

gives us a complete history of Lord indeed, meet no less a personage than Cochraine's proceedings in South Sir Walter Scott, and his son-in-law, America.

Lockhart, Mrs. Lockhart, and Miss Lingard's - History of England' is Scott, and some other ladies. Sir a work deserving an encomium from Walter is just the same as when you your own pen. Another volume has and I saw him in London. His face been lately published, and furnishes is real Scotch, and indicates but little additional proofs of the author's of the mind within. He is very lame, powers. A Catholic priest, after all, and dresses plainly. Lockhart has is the only man who has written a rather an intellectual countenance, valuable history of England; for and looks as if he could write some of even the critic in the Edinburgh the worst articles in Blackwood ; a Review' is compelled to acknowledge work, by-the-by, which some people Dr. Lingard's superiority over Hume. think he edits. The exceptions taken by the reviewer During dinner the conversation had amount to nothing, and it was sin- nothing very particular in it. Hargularly unjust of the scribe to charge stonge had it nearly all to himself, the doctor with having made partial and he talked incessantly of Irish anquotations in the instances men- tiquities, and of the Irish academy. tioned.

When the cloth was removed, the Three Irish novels have been lately ladies retired to the next room, and published, but none of them calcu- left us to our wine. lated to do honor either to the coun- I'd prefer a drop of the native,' try or their authors. " Thomas said Sir Walter, mimicking the Irish Fitzgerald, Lord of Offaly,' is not a brogue, « for,' he continued, in a bad one for the Minerva press, but strong Scotch accent, • Irish whiskey the · Adventurers, or Scenes in Ire- is precisely like Trishmen-pure, land in the Reign of Elizabeth,' is sad brilliant, and sparkling, when unstuff indeed. “The Eve of All-hallows' adulterated, but the worst liquor is by my friend Harstonge, of Moles- in the world when spoiled by admixworth Street, an honest fellow, but tures.' one who, I fear, will never acquire We all laughed at this comparison. much fame by writing novels. He “Ay, ay,'Sir Walter, 'returned our brings his heroine into the world at host, • though Edinburgh may be the time James II. mounted the called the modern Athens, we have throne, and in a page or two after some pure spirits still in Dublin. Our tells us she was near a score years Curran's and Grattan's are not yet all old when that monarch landed in dead. We can boast a Morgan, a Ireland! Mr. Harstonge being a Sheil, and others ; while Dublin has member of the Royal Irish Academy given birth to the modern Anacreon is, I suppose, privileged to make Thomas Moore.' such a bounce as this, without being "And let us drink his health in a called to account for it, particularly bumper,' said Sir Walter. as the work is dedicated, by permis- This proposition was instantly comsion, to Sir Walter Scott.

plied with. Harstonge, you must know, is Sir N ot long since,' said Sir Walter, Walter's friend, and is now employed in a feeling tone, you might have

in showing the Great Unknown' the numbered poor Maturin among your • lions of Dublin. As I was preparing resident literati ; but he is gone to

to quit the library, he entered-recog- that bourne from whence no traveller nized me at once, and, after à cordial returns. The mention of his name, shake of the hand, invited me to din- however, reminds me of a particular ner. "You will meet,' said he, signi- friend of his, Mr. Furlong. He lives ficantly, somebody there?' I did, in Dublin, I believe?' . believe an Irishıman was never deceived in his expectations of support and protection in O'Higgius. In short, the character which a Chilean gave to me, conveys a very accurate summary of his general outline. There is too much wax, and too little steel in his composition; however, there are few better, and many worse men than Don Bernardo."

• He does, Sir Walter,' replied Har- if you don't make Irish literature postonge.

pular also. Imitate the example of • Then I must see him,' said Sir Scotland. A strong pull, a long pull, Walter, before I leave it. I admire and a pull altogether, will soon bring some specimens of his poetry, sent you up the hill.' Saying this, he me by Maturin, and, as a “ brother suited the action to the word, and poet," I shall pay him a visit.' joined in the laugh he excited.

• He writes for the “ Dublin and Dublin,' said Lockhart, “is a much London,” said Lockhart.

larger city than Edinburgh, and yet . It is so reported,' returned the the Scotch capital supports two mahost, ‘at least some of the poetry is gazines, a quarterly review, and other his; and, though I dislike the politi- periodicals, while all Ireland has but cal turn of Furlong's muse, I cannot a single magazine.' but admire his talents. “ The Love Harstonge explained the reason ; of Life,” beginning, “Oh ! life thou and I insisted that. Blackwood's Maart as the broken dreams,” is parti- gazine' was indebted to England and cularly beautiful.

Ireland, for nine-tenths both of its Sir Walter requested to see this readers and writers. Sir Walter smiled, poem, and, after perusing it, declared and changed the conversation by obħis admiration of it. “Byron,' said serving, Nothing in our day is more he, was right; the Irish mind is pe- remarkable than the improvement in culiarly poetical. The common con- periodicals. You shall now find in a versation of your peasantry abounds monthly magazine articles, as well with imagery and metaphor.'

and as profoundly written, as in any . It has often surprised me, Sir Wal- of the quarterly reviews.' ter,' said i, that the “ Great Un- At this moment Sir Walter's son, known” has never introduced an Irish who had been prevented from coming character into any of his novels. You to dinner, entered, and the condid not forget us in “ Rokeby.” versation took a very uninteresting

Oh!' he replied, with a good hu- turn. moured smile, perhaps the novelist The above will, no doubt, remind you speak of is not an Irishman.' you of the anecdote of Locke and the

Even so,' I returned, · he might three noble wits. Great men talk have sketched Irish character. She- somewhat like ordinary individuals ; ridan left this country at a very early and if you find nothing remarkable in age; yet he introduced an Irishman the foregoing conversation, the fault on the stage.'

is not mine. I have reported it accu- Yes,' rejoined Sir Walter, but rately. Sir Lucius O’Trigger is the mere out To-morrow I set out for Kilkenny, line of an Irishman. The author of where you will direct to me. I stop 66 Waverley” never leaves any of his some time at Ballyspellan, where I incharacters in so unfinished a state. tend to drink the waters. By-the-by, But, perhaps, the “ Great Unknown" have you seen Dr. Ryan's pamphlet, will not forget you.'

on the · Mineral Waters of Ireland.' It is to be hoped not,' said Har- It is well written. The doctor seems stonge. “ an Irish Waverley would do to be a very clever fellow, and his infinite good. It would attract atten- treatise is well worth the perusal of tion to the state of the country, and those who labour under complaints, bring Englishmen acquainted with that drive them to Harrowgate and our condition.'

Cheltenham. The pamphlet is printo I should think that is scarcely ed in Kilkenny, by Reynolds, and does wanted now,' said Sir Walter. • Par- infinite credit to the Irish press. liamentary discussions have made

Yours, Irish grievances pretty well known,

Rory O'ROURKE. and it must be the fault of yourselves,

DUBLIN AND LONDON MAGAZINE.

SEPTEMBER, 1825.

THE IRISH PEASANTRY.

By the Author of "Tales of Irish Life.' As Ireland has latterly attracted a state; but, while I shall scrupulously degree of attention commensurate adhere to truth, I shall adduce all with her importance, it is necessary, the proofs in support of my evidence in order that she inay enjoy the full which the nature of the subject will benefit of future laws, to have her allow. Many of those who had been real condition made known; for, summoned before the committees when 'economists reason from false were persons who could possibly data, and draw inferences from erro- know but little of the peasantry; neous statements, the public are de- many of them confessed their ignoceived, the government misinformed, rance on the subject; and many more and legislative' enactments prove were evidently influenced either by either useless or mischievous. It is favourite theories, or less excusable not for an individual so humble as I prejudices. Lest I should commit acknowledge myself to be to enter the faults I deprecate, I shall state upon the vast field of Ireland's nothing but facts which have come wrong's, to discuss abstract questions within my own knowledge, and leave of a political nature, or set myself to others the task of assigning causes, up as an oracle on national affairs. and suggesting remedies where reAware of my incompetence for such medies are required. an undertaking, I choose for myself a The first thing which strikes the less ambitious task—that of describ- traveller in Ireland is the apparent ing the condition of the Irish pea- wretchedness of the habitations of santry. With them I have been ac- the poorer classes. Unlike those of quainted for more than five-and- France, which are generally built of twenty years-with them I have spent the same materials-mud and strawsome of the happiest hours of my they don't look well even in perlife-and with them, had I a choice, spective.* There is too often a total I should spend the remainder of my absence of trees; and no great taste days. I have seen other climes and displayed either in choosing a situaother men; I have made myself in- tion, or in ornamenting it after it is timate with the condition of the chosen Dunghills and pools of people of other countries; and am water surround them, instead of pad. thus enabled to appreciate more ac- docks and gardens. There are selcurately the state of the Irish pea- dom to be seen gravel walks, trimsantry.

med hedges, or flower borders, as in Notwithstanding these undoubted several parts of England; and, though advantages, perhaps some persons the better sort of farmers display a will be inclined to question the truth superior taste, the face of the counof my statements, particularly as try-apart from its natural beautythey differ from those of others, and is unsightly in the extreme. Hence militate, in many instances, against the stranger who passes rapidly the evidence given by most respect- through it, and who takes his inforable individuals before the Parlia- mation from some ignorant and mentary Committees on the State of bigoted squire, returns home to conIreland. I have certainly no right firm the popular opinion respecting to demand implicit belief in what I Irish misery, the barbarism of the

* Mr. James Cobbett, in one of his · Letters from France,' dated Vesoul, says The prettiest villages, in perspective, that I ever saw; but, in reality, the most insufferable masses of mire that can be conceived.' Vol. 1.–No. 7.

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